It's the first Wednesday of the month which means it's time to air my dirty laundry for Alex J Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Support Group! (And, boy is it perfect timing-- I need you guys! Desperately!)
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Let's get started, shall we?
Am I happy? Oh hell yes! My husband is not only incredibly intelligent, spiritually aware and a great (probably the number one coolest) father-- he is also really, really good looking. Then, to top it off, my kids are not only hilarious-- but they have caused me little to no headaches (in regards to being sick, troublesome, etc.)
Do I still struggle with inner demons like no ones business? Oh heck yes! But, I'm a far cry from the emo-monster that used to write on azia said what?
So what is there to write about!? You see my conundrum. I can't write these stories with adventurous characters if I'm always sitting on my patootie in my little German town. I'm kind of, really, a lot, going super cuckoo clocks.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living through Google and that scares me.
Granted, I'm the happiest I've ever been-- and I do love the quiet that this town has to offer (plus the history around here is so interesting, and the town itself is very quaint with a great library and tons to offer a family in regards to community activities)-- but, what about my writing?
Maybe I just miss my close girlfriends... I've made a few deep connections here, but I have yet to find that camaraderie that I've had with my college girlfriends and my poet friend. I think it's important to have social interactions that feed not only your soul/spirit -- but your creative endeavors. My soul and my writing are so deeply connected that it's been difficult finding a balance/someone around here who understands.
Maybe it's all in my head, and my writing isn't as flat as I think it is-- but, boy, this quiet existence has sure made me overwhelming insecure in my writing abilities.